Sunday Sneak Peek - More of The Circle 2

Here's another six paragraphs.  Don't forget to scroll down to find the first few so you know where you left off!

The man pulls into a small car park in front of a grungy, run-down building.

            “My flat’s just there.” He gestures.

            “You’ve got one hour or the rates go up,” Ursula tells him and gets out of the car. Her spiked heels are loud on the pavement. When the man tries to slide an arm around her waist, she pulls away.

            “No touching till we get inside,” she snaps.

            “Suits me,” says the man and shoves open the street door. The hall inside reeks of puke and cat piss.

            Ursula holds her wrist to her nose to smell her perfume. “Jesus Christ.”

More Circle 2

The next six paragraphs of my WIP, The Circle 2.
Scroll down for the first 12 paragraphs if you'd like.

The male driver points at Ursula. “Get in.”

            Showing a lot of leg, Ursula complies. The inside of the car stinks of body odor and rancid fish and chips. Ursula takes out a small flask of cheap perfume and sprays her throat in a vain attempt to drown the stench. She peers into the mirror of her compact and smoothes her eyebrows with a wet fingertip.

            “Never mind that bollocks,” says the driver. He’s a burly man. Hairy and coarse. Ursula shrugs and puts away the compact.     

            “Fifteen pounds for a blowjob. Twenty-five for a shag. No kissing. Forty if you want something kinky.”

            The man smirks and digs in his pocket. He comes up with two twenties and flings them at her. Ursula sighs as she stuffs them in her purse. 

The man pulls into a small car park in front of a grungy, run-down building.

Sneak Peek Sunday - More Circle 2

Sneak Peek Sunday!  I'm sharing six paragraphs of my current work in progress  an erotic paranormal romance featuring a group of vampires.

These six paragraphs are part of a memory of my character, Ursula.  My protagonist, Claire, has additional vampiric powers and one of them is sharing memories through a blood exchange.  Last week you read the first six paragraphs, Read them here

Here's the next six.  

Ursula greedily sucks in a huge hit and holds it. She’s wearing an outlandish white faux fur waist length jacket and a fake leather miniskirt so short her ass cheeks are nearly exposed. Fishnet stockings and red spike heels. The black girl is in a leopard print spandex catsuit that screams this is the eighties.  Ursula’s black hair is a huge cloud around her gorgeous face, permed, teased and hairsprayed into an impressive height. 

            “Ginger is a twat,” Ursula says without exhaling.  But there is affection in her dark blue eyes.  Worry too.

            “How much you make tonight?” The black girl takes another hit, the red ember at the end of the joint glows brightly.

            “Not enough.” Ursula frowns. She exhales a stream of gray-blue smoke as the lights of the X-rated Piccadilly Circus theater marquee above her stutter off and on.

            “Me either.  Rodney’s such a bastard lately.”  The black girl juts a hip when a car slows as it drifts by.  She and Ursula aim practiced smiles at the driver, who hesitates, then pulls to the curb.

            “Want to spend some time together, love?” She and the black girl approach the car, all business now.  The promise of sex oozes from their pores.